Sarang, who was showing him that he could get past all of their prior transgressions. That he could accept the real Shiloh.
That he was still worthy.
“Is this love?” he wondered aloud, pulling away enough to speak the words against the plush curve of his alpha’s warm lips.
“What?” Sarang asked.
“You’re treating me like I’ve done everything right, even though we both know that’s not true.” The alpha always had. No matter what kinds of trouble Shiloh got into, he’d always been able to convince Sarang to forgive him. That wasn’t guilt. “You love me.”
The knot deflated, and without giving him an answer, Sarang rolled Shiloh onto his front. He reared up over him, grabbing onto his waist for purchase as he began ruthlessly fucking him, hard enough each slap caused Shiloh’s teeth to rattle.
“You won’t tear again,” Sarang stated, pleased. “Your body knows its owner.”
“Alpha!”
“I’ve got you. I’m going to fuck this tight hole until it’s loose and sloppy. Until you’re so opened up, I can see inside of you.”
Good Light. That was so hot. Shiloh moaned and rocked back to meet the next punishing thrust, practically drooling all over the pillow, mindlessly chasing ecstasy.
“The plug is going back inside you after,” Sarang continued, practically growling over him as his fingers dug into his flesh and his cock pummeled through him. “You’re going to smell of me for days. Me and my come. Should I get you a collar, omega? Or does that seem beneath you?”
Was that a legitimate question?
Shiloh whined.
Collaring wasn’t really a Glyphian custom, but back home on Synastry, it was considered an honor for a powerful alpha to bestow one on an omega. It was a claiming symbol, easily spotted in a crowd. If he had one, no one would ever mistake him for being single.
Everyone would know he belonged to the underboss.
“Please.” He clenched around his cock, hoping that would earn him points. “Please, alpha.”
“Oh, but you’re a prince. Shouldn’t you be the one to collar me?” Sarang practically purred, releasing another wave of alpha pheromones to taunt him.
Shiloh didn’t hate that idea either.
“Let’s exchange them,” he suggested. “I want them to see.”
“See what, omega?”
“That you’re mine.” Shiloh gasped and moaned when a heavy hand slapped against his left ass cheek. “That I’m yours!”
Both.
He wanted everyone to know that they were taken.
“Such a good boy.” Sarang massaged the sting out of his cheek and then hit him again, the whacking sound echoing in the room to compete against the creaking bedsprings and the slicknoises of their bodies coming together. “Beg me for it. Tell me how badly you want me.”
“Please, alpha,” there was no hesitation, the pleas tumbling past his lips with little care to appearance. He’d play right into Sarang’s hand if it made him happy. If it meant he kept close to him, just like this. “Knot me. Harder. Faster. I need to feel you all the way to my core. Want you to wreck me. No one fucks like you do.”
Sarang growled, and Shiloh immediately backtracked.
“There’s only you,” he swore. “Only ever you. Aren’t I good? Taking my breeding so well. Spreading for you.” He widened his thighs and arched his back. “Welcoming your cock. Fill me up. Make me scream loud enough everyone in the building knows who I belong to. Make me—”
The alpha flipped him yet again, capturing him behind the knees and folding him forward so his ass was high in the air. He slammed back into him, grinding against his hole, growling when Shiloh cried out.
“Ask me to go harder,” Sarang demanded.
“Harder!” Honestly, Shiloh didn’t think that was possible.
